By now she was well and truly lost in the metaphor and it was all she could do not to throw her cards down and storm out to find a solitary place to cry out her confusion and frustration. That would definitely garner a lot of undesirable attention and while she felt a little more inclined to throw caution to the wind since her brush with death, she had no intention of being an idiot about it. Still every fiber of her being was screaming for her to get up and walk away but it was equally as unpleasant a prospect as having to endure his coldness for a few more minutes.

For the first time since realizing she was sat across from him she looked at her cards properly and realized they actually weren't bad at all. "You needn't be quite so pessimistic, I should be able to hold on just long enough to see this round through." Once the tables swapped she had every intention of bowing out with the excuse that she felt unwell which wouldn't even be a lie. Ursula placed another card down on the table. She'd seek solace in hopefully besting him at cards now that she was paying some attention to them. The more she thought about the cards the less she wanted to cry.

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